"There is nothing to say when using troops." Yang Xuan smiled disdainfully: "If you really don't admire fame and fortune, why should you spend so much effort to attract the supervisor to come and visit him?"

Zheng Yunming waved his hand and expressed his dissatisfaction: "If you have real talent in your heart, you will be able to escape from the world and retire. What is the difference between a pearl drowning in the mud? A treasure is to shine in front of others to be called a treasure. If it is covered in dust and like ordinary stones and mud balls, it is called a defiance of the way of heaven."

"Don't gossip, follow me to see this Mr. Bai."

After saying that, he got on the horse straight, gently knocked on the horse's ribs, and led everyone to the bamboo forest.

There are indeed several neat thatched cottages hidden in the sparse bamboo forest. Peony and peonies are planted outside the fence, so naturally it is not yet time to open at this time. Only a tall red plum tree in the yard is unscrupulously revealing its fragrance.

Zheng Yunming listened carefully and clearly heard someone in the thatched cottage playing the jade zither.

Everyone got off the horse and came to the front of the farm. Zheng Yunming raised his hand and knocked on the wood door a few times. A young boy in green shirt opened the door and bowed to Zheng Yunming: "You are finally here."

Zheng Yunming dressed up, went forward to salute, and said respectfully: "The General Manager of the Fields of the Jinghu Pacification and Control Commander, Quan Zhizheng Yunming, Xiangyang Prefecture, paid a visit to Mr. Bai."

The boy sighed: "The manager will be fine for a while. My husband suddenly felt happy when he was sitting there just now. He was playing the piano in the hall. He strictly prohibited others from disturbing him when he was playing music."

Yang Xu said coldly: "I'm just making so many mysterious things that I tricked the big fish into the door, but I'm going to put this airs for no reason. Your master..."

Wang Deng pulled his robe sleeve hard. Zheng Yunming turned around and glared at Yang Yan, turned around and said to the boy, "It's okay, it's not too late to meet again after the teacher finished playing. Can we wait in the yard?"

The boy nodded, but said, "Armor and military equipment are not allowed in the thatched cottage. When you want to enter the door, you must take off your armor and take off your sword."

Wang Deng raised his sword eyebrows and said loudly: "The general removes the armor from the dead, and the hero cuts his arms and swords are on his body. Does your master even understand this!"

The boy responded quickly, "Sir said, if you enter the thatched cottage, you are not the general manager, but the gentleman. What you want to compete with is not the swords, weapons, but here." He pointed to the position in his heart.

Zheng Yunming looked at the boy's eloquent appearance and knew that Bai Yijie had all dated famous scholars on weekdays, and even the servants were used to seeing the world.

He ordered, "Removing all the armor! Take off the sword and the bow and arrow!" He said that, and took off the sword from his waist and handed it to the boy.

After removing the iron armor and head, everyone came to the yard to wait.

The sound of the piano was light and soothing when Zheng Yunming first heard it, as if it made people fall into a leisurely countryside, and it was peaceful and peaceful. After everyone entered the courtyard, a string sounded, and the melody turned sharply, tight and rapid, and the string sounded loudly, as if thousands of troops suddenly swept over. The sound of the piano was steep and rapid, and the sound of the golden sword could be heard, and countless low-collisions were mixed with the sound of the soldiers, as if the people mixed with the fire of war were struggling and shouting. Suddenly, the sound of the piano turned, and the short bass sounded in the high sound of the piano, as if one side suddenly sent a surprise soldier to embed it into the other side's formation.

The short bass sounded a few times first, then drowned out the high sound like a storm. The high sound was rushed by the low and short sound, and it immediately fell chaotic. The rhythm of the playing gradually became slower and slower, and then the sound became lower and lower. Finally, after a while, the silence and complex bass sounded. The bass finally slowly soothed, and returned to the soft and peaceful melody that was first, accompanied by a long tremolo, and the song came to an abrupt end.

The boy hurriedly pushed the door and went into the house. A young man in the room asked in a clear voice: "Have the guests from Xiangyang arrived?"

The boy said, "Mr. Zheng has been here for a long time and is waiting in the yard."

The man said with a little dissatisfaction: "How about not reporting early? Wait until I open the door to greet me!"

When the young man was young, the wooden door creaked open, and Bai Yijie walked out of the cottage and descended to welcome him.

When everyone looked at it, they saw that the young scholar was only of medium-sized talent, with beautiful faces, a few short beards under his jaw, a Confucian uniform, and a white feather fan in his hand. If it were compared with Zhuge Liang in the Pinyin, it was a bit similar in spirit and form.

Zheng Yunming straightened his crown and stepped forward to salute: "Zheng Yunming, the subordinate of the Jinghu General Office and the General Manager of the Field of the Camp, has been heard for a long time and has not been able to know Mr. Xu. He made a special trip to visit today."

Bai Yijie bowed and returned the greeting and said with a smile: "How do you come to Yijie Mountain? I should have visited Laoya Mountain early."

Yang Yu snorted again behind Zheng Yunming.

Bai Yijie just pretended not to know, and waved his fan and said, "Don't think the turtle is simple and simple, please sit in the thatched cottage for a few seats."

He smiled at Wang Deng and Yang Xuan again and said, "Jing Song and Chun's father come in too. I know you must have a lot of things in your heart."

Yang Xuan and Wang Deng showed a hint of contempt on their faces at the same time.

That's what you need to say?

After entering the hall, both sides sat in separate guests and hosts. The children presented peach wood tea cups, and the green peaks and tender leaves were boiled in the cups, and the room was fragrant.

Before Zheng Yunming could speak, Wang Deng said first: "Mr. Su Wen has great ambitions and patriotic heart. Why did he help the villagers fight against the court? Although this is not a blatant surrender to the enemy, everyone is like a gentleman. Wouldn't the Mongolians settle down the Jinghu Lake?"

Bai Yijie waved his feather fan and said, "Otherwise, after Junzhou was destroyed, Hu cavalry appeared everywhere in the prefecture, and the defeated official army also lost command and became bandits. The people could only barely protect themselves in the chaos of war. How could they tell who was the official army that came to fight against the bandits and who became bandits? The Xiangyang Rebellion was just put down, and the villagers united to guard against the attacks of the rioters, and did not distinguish between virtuous people. Their feelings were understandable."

Zheng Yunming smiled and said, "Although Commander Ge has been on the battlefield for many years, he has a straight personality after all. He can't beat him by playing tricks with him. But I didn't expect that Yang Chun's father's talent would be so easy to be in the hands of his husband."

"Yang Chun's father has a problem, maybe he doesn't know it himself." Bai Yijie completely ignored Yang Xu's ugly expression and said directly: "He is too conceited and always thinks that no one can match the strategy. When he considers the strategy, plans carefully, and prepares carefully, I cannot compare to this point. But when a strategy is successful, it is when he relaxes his vigilance. The so-called darkness at the bottom of the blue lamp is what I grasped. When Chun's father broke through Baijia Village, he thought the strategy had been completed, and he suddenly lost his vigilance. How could he know that I had a secret screen hidden in the Confucian Temple room, and there were armored soldiers waiting for him to take the bait?"

Yang Shun rolled his eyelids and said coldly: "Yes, it was indeed my plan that was better than me in the previous episode, but with such a trick to kidnap people, he would not defeat millions of Mongolian elite soldiers on the battlefield."

Bai Yijie said calmly: "That's true for this, the students have other strategies to calm down the army, but they don't know if the visitor is destined to make these plans a reality."

Zheng Yunming turned forward and said solemnly: "The country was miserable. It was first invaded by the Khitan and then attacked by the Jin people. Every time it was cedeed to pay compensation, bribing the Hu people with annual monies to temporarily be at peace. If it were just like this, Zheng Yunming would not have the intention to fight to the death. I am not the true hero who takes the world as his responsibility. I can't do it by exchanging my own bones for the perfection of mountains and rivers. But the Mongols are different from the Khitans, the Jin people, and all the Hu people before."

He looked heavy, as if he was narrating the major events of life and death: "In the past, most of the Hu people were proud after occupying the Central Plains, leaving a way out for the Han people in Jiangnan. But after the rise of Mongolia, they attacked a country, destroyed a country, and established a Daluhuachi supervision. Those who resisted would massacre the city and did not give the other party any chance of survival at all. And they did not care about the old civilization system of the occupied land. I heard that they used song girls to enter mosques in the Western Regions, and they used golden covers of Quran to dig out the pages of books as mangers to feed horses. I heard that they used the Confucian Temple as stables in the north, and there were horse manure everywhere. They also pushed down the statue of Confucius and urinated on it, burning the books of sages as firewood."

"It is possible to endure the official position to collect taxes, tolerate bullying and humiliation, tolerate patience, and even as a pariah, we have to swallow our anger in order to survive. However, we have to cut off our consistent roots of civilization, so that our descendants will not be able to read and read, learn the principles of our ancestors, and become confused people, so that we will not know where we come from and where we will go. What is the difference between living like this and the dead."

"We cannot stand this one," Zheng Yunming said gritting his teeth, "In order for the descendants of Qianqiu to inherit the spirit of the ancestors and bathe in the Tang style and Song bones, we will never retreat and must fight the Mongols to the death!"

Bai Yijie gently shook the fan: "But it is much more difficult to defeat Mongolia than to deal with the Huns, Turks and Khitan Jurchens."

"That is, although half of the rivers and mountains are known to be in a prosperous and prosperous place in the southeast." Zheng Yunming shook his head slowly: "In fact, from another perspective, it is an absolute poor country."

"Today's war is very different from the Qin and Han dynasties. The resources required by war are no longer just farmers and food. Today's war requires well-trained professional sergeants, excellent weapons and equipment, a large number of mounts and pack animals, craftsmen who are proficient in machinery and shipbuilding, and huge amounts of money."
Chapter completed!